he sees it’s you,” Monahan assures me.
“Since they’re all in danger because of you,” Dominic adds, and I know without a doubt, this man will never be happy with me being with his daughter.
And it may not even matter how he feels. I don’t see Sophia walking out of that house and into my arms. She’s going to blame me as much as her father is.
Chapter 34
Sophia
“Your family?” the guy spits into my phone. “I don’t give a shit about your fucking family!”
It’s been ringing and beeping with texts for hours, but he didn’t answer it until now. He ran out of drugs over thirty minutes ago, and his level of agitation has tripled. Thankfully, he hasn’t hit me again, but he was rough when tying up the guys.
I want to reassure them they’ll be okay, but I can’t muster enough energy for the lie. The gag in my mouth prevents me from speaking, so I opt to look at them, hoping my eyes tell them not to worry.
I watch as a tear rolls down Landon’s cheek, the gag in his mouth catching the liquid. Rick leans in closer to him, resting his head on his shoulder, and even though we’re living through hell right now, I can appreciate the closeness they share. I look away, not wanting to violate their moment, but the only other thing to look at is the angry man who’s yelling into my phone.
He’s either talking to Colton or my dad. Either would be a mistake to piss off, but knowing that someone knows that we’re in here brings a sense of relief, although I can’t help but wonder if it’s a false security. Either man would gladly die to make sure we’re safe. I pray that whoever it is keeps a calm head on their shoulders.
With frustrated hands, the man finally rips the ski mask off of his head, and it only makes me tremble even more. Not only is he showing his face which is a clear sign he knows he’s not going to get away with what he’s doing, but I recognize him.
Dennis Milton, the man who killed his girlfriend because she tried to kick him out of their house after she caught him cheating is the man pacing in front of me. How is he out of jail? Colton got a confession from him weeks ago. His case is open and shut. Murderers don’t get to post bond, do they? And even if they had the chance, it should’ve been set so high, he’d never have the ability to afford walking out of jail while he waits for court.
“I already fucking told you what I want!” Milton pulls the phone from his mouth, shouting down at him with malice. “I want my brother out of jail!”
His brother?
Only now do I begin to see the differences. The man in front of us has lighter colored hair and a small scar near his lip that Dennis Milton didn’t have during his arrest and interrogation. They’re twins if I had to guess.
“Don’t talk to me about impossibilities. Just bring him here!”
The pacing continues, his free hand opening and closing repeatedly. I don’t know why he chose now to answer the phone, but I can sense that things are going to come to a head very quickly.
I was never called out with Colton to a hostage situation, so I have no clue what the protocol is. I do know that after looking out the window a few minutes ago, that he closed the curtain up tighter than it was prior. I know that he’s purposely walking behind us instead of between us and the street.
All of this is concerning, but I also know that Colton wouldn’t hide this situation from the police department or my dad. If we have any luck at all, both groups are outside working out a way to put an end to this situation.
I nudge Landon with my foot, angling my head back. He reads it like I knew he would scooting closer to me and keying Rick in on doing it too. We shift closer together, making a smaller target, or if things go down like I think they will, we’re a small obstruction to whomever may need to take down Milton.
“Because I want to fucking kill him!” the guy roars into the phone. “He killed Penny. I can’t let him get away with it.”
He listens, his face sweaty from all the walking around and no doubt the drugs, shaking